Unconventional Love

The next morning, Ash awoke wrapped in a tight embrace from his husband. He was used to waking up like this in the three months since they were married, and thought nothing of it. One arm lay draped over the young man’s lower chest while the other was under his shoulder, his hand holding onto it for dear life. His head rested on said shoulder on top of his fingers, the perfect and most comfortable pillow he’d ever had. One leg lay draped over his lower belly, almost over his crotch, and the other was wound around his husband’s leg as he used his entire body to hold him close.

Only his lack of clothing, given that he slept in his night gown every night, reminded him of how they’d finally consummated their marriage the night previous. He blushed slightly as he remembered how he’d given him the ultimate trust, how they’d been joined in the most intimate of ways before falling peacefully asleep in each others’ arms.

Ash could honestly say that, now that he knew what he’d been depriving them both of, he wished he’d given Andy that trust sooner. Granted, they might not be as close as they were if he’d done so, but he’d never felt such tender, loving care as what he’d felt the night before. He’d known that his husband had a hard time holding back so he didn’t ravage him like an animal, but he’d been so gentle about taking his virginity. He doubted that even Chris and Amy had seen such a gentle side of him before.

The young man who held him so tightly, yet tenderly, groaned softly as he began to wake, his voice almost as deep and husky as it’d been in the throes of passion. He soon turned his head and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of his head, making the young boy look up at him for a proper good-morning kiss. He relished the sensation of his husband’s lips on his, the flavor of his mouth as he was allowed to explore it again, and vice versa.

“Good morning, Ashes,” Andy murmured groggily. His icy-blue eyes were still glazed over with the sleep he’d just awoke from.

“Good morning,” he answered, blushing slightly.

“Why are you blushing, my love?” the young man asked.

Still feeling shy, despite the events of the previous night, he hid his face in the crook of his neck as his blushed deepened.

“Ah, I think I know,” he chuckled knowingly. “Waking up thus will take some getting used to.”

“Mmm hmm,” the young boy hummed, nodding as he tightened his grip on him.

“Am I to assume you have no wish to rise just yet?” his husband asked, still chuckling.

“Not really,” Ash answered, looking up at him. “I wish to stay here with you.”

“Mmm,” the young man hummed, hugging him tightly again. He said nothing about the “problem” he’d gotten overnight, knowing it would go away on its own soon enough.

Being a male as well, the young boy knew of the “problem” he’d woken up with, not just because they’d been sharing a bed for three months. Considering the goings-on of the night before, he decided that, so long as no one would come in and disturb them, he’d very much like a repetition of it; he just didn’t know how to go about asking for it.

He decided that he would play the innocent virgin, which he still was to a degree, and “accidentally” brush against his husband’s morning wood as if he didn’t know about it. He moved his leg slightly, somehow stifling a gasp that normally would’ve left his lips as he moved and brushed against his hardened member. Andy groaned softly and looked down at him, wondering just what game he was playing. He saw in his young bride’s eyes almost the same innocence that’d always resided there, but a playful gleam, as well.

“Mmm,” he hummed, rolling them over so he lay not quite atop him. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

Ash giggled and wiggled his hips teasingly, their members brushing together.

“I think you do, you little minx,” the young man said. “And if I do not wish to be joined thus again?”

“B-but…” he pouted.

“I am teasing you, Ashes,” Andy chuckled, gently kissing him again. “Of course I wish to be joined thus again. I am just not sure if now is the time.”

Confused, the young boy cocked a brow at him.

“The sun is beginning its daily ascent; the household will be up soon.” He gave a pointed gaze out their bedroom window. “Do you really want them to hear your sweet cries, were any of them to come near or into our suite?”

“Can you not lock the door?” he countered, wiggling his hips again. He’d dealt with morning arousal with no release for so long he couldn’t take it another day.

“I could. But even if they did not hear your cries, they would know what is taking place,” his husband told him.

“I do not care!” the young boy cried. “My love for you is more important to me!”

Chuckling again, Andy rose from their bed to lock the main door of their suite in the other room with a softly-spoken “As you wish, my love”. Despite being taught that it was wrong all his life, Ash reached down and began to gently touch himself, hissing softly at the pleasure it brought him.

Moments later, his husband returned to their bedchamber, still wearing nothing more than his bare skin, with a somewhat sleepy grin on his face. He returned to their bed, where he slapped his hand away from his engorged member, drawing a whine from his lips. The young man chuckled softly as he took over pleasuring him, enjoying his soft moans and cries as the pleasure built. It wasn’t long afterward that the young boy got his wish, and they were joined in the most intimate of ways once more.

* * *

An hour or so later, the two of them lay curled up together in their bed, still coming down from their highs. Andy held his bride close to him, just as close as they’d been when they awoke, and gently kissed his temple as he rubbed soothing circles on his back. Their coupling hadn’t been quite as hard on either of them this morn as it had been the night previous, if only because Ash wasn’t quite as bashful about it and minimal stretching was required to avoid hurting him.

The young boy in question sighed softly, his warm breath ghosting over his husband’s nipple, as they cuddled for a short time before finally rising from their bed for the day. They both wore satisfied smiles that would broadcast to anyone who cared to read between the lines what’d taken place, but they couldn’t care less.

When their stomachs rumbled at them softly, the young man chuckled while Ash blushed, but they still rose. Since they wanted to bathe before getting dressed, they settled for a pair of under drawers and their dressing gowns, but didn’t put on any other clothing. Once dressed as well as they were going to be, Andy headed downstairs to request that their breakfast be brought up to their suite, along with warm water, while he curled up on the sofa.

“The maid will have breakfast up shortly,” the young man told him, taking a seat beside him. “Do you wish to bathe now, or after we eat?”

“How long do you think it will take before breakfast arrives?” he countered, his stomach grumbling at him again.

“It should not be long. We should have time for one of us to bathe before eating, at least,” his husband answered.

“You go ahead. You do not take as long as I,” Ash told him.

“Are you sure? Mother and Father will not mind if we do not emerge from our suite for a couple more hours,” he said, sounding a bit uncertain. “They will just think we are practicing your piano skill, or working on a reading lesson.”

“I am sure, Andy,” the young boy answered, nodding. “I think I know what you are hinting at, and we shall try that some other time.”

“Still a bit too shy and nervous?” he chuckled, kissing his forehead as he rose.

“A bit,” he answered a bit sheepishly. “I cannot help it, though.”

“Do not fret and worry yourself so, my love,” his husband said. “You are taking the loss of your virginity much better than I thought you would. I will not push you into trying too many new things all at once.”

“Thank you, my dearest husband,” Ash said, smiling at him warmly. “That means a lot to me, since few have ever been so kind and caring.”

Andy returned his smile before leaning down to give him yet another sweet kiss before he headed into the water closet for his bath. Since he hadn’t picked out his clothes yet, the young boy decided that he’d return the favor and do it for him while he was bathing, considering that he did that for him every day.

Sighing softly, Ash rose from his seat on the sofa, groaning softly at the pain in his lower back and ass as he tightened the sash on his dressing robe. He’d known that being joined in such an intimate manner was going to hurt, but he hadn’t expected the pain to linger this long afterward. Then again, because he’d been a virgin, he hadn’t known what to expect from such intimacy with his husband. It was all part of the learning curve that came with giving up his innocence, he supposed, and decided not to worry about it.

In their bedchamber, he went over to his husband’s wardrobe and opened the doors. He saw many articles of clothing with which he wasn’t very familiar, given that he never dressed as society said that men and boys should. Still, he sifted through the soft fabrics as he searched for something he thought would compliment what he wanted to wear himself that day, hoping the young man wouldn’t be cross with him.

By the time he heard Andy stepping out of the tub in the water closet, he’d selected a light blue shirt that complimented his eyes, a black waistcoat, and a darker blue overcoat that was somewhere between the colors of his shirt and waistcoat. He’d have called it sea-blue, if he’d known the color of the sea, but as far as he knew, it was lake-blue. The breeches that he selected were black, as well as his stockings to continue down his legs to cover what the breeches didn’t. All in all, he thought it was a very sharp-looking outfit for his husband, and once again, he hoped that he approved.

“Ashes?” his basement-deep voice called out.

“In our bedchamber!” Ash answered a bit nervously.

“Oh, my love. You did not have to select my clothes for today,” his husband told him when he entered the room.

“B-but I-I wanted t-to,” he stuttered, fearing the worst.

“I never said I was upset about it,” the young man assured him, kneeling down. “I merely said you did not have to.”

“You do so for me every day; I just thought to return the favor,” he told him, hiding his face.

“Do not hide your beautiful face from me,” Andy said, sounding just a bit stern. “The gesture is greatly appreciated, my love. I am just used to doting on you, so a return of the favor is a bit…surprising.”

The young boy looked up at him, eyes wide at his reaction.

“Do not get me wrong. I love you, and I love making you feel special, even if I am just selecting your clothes for the day,” he chuckled. “But I do not mind you doing the same for me, if that is what you wish.”

“Mmm,” he hummed softly, nuzzling into the hand gently cupping his cheek now. “I love you, too, Andy.”

Glad to see that they’d cleared this little misunderstanding up, Andy walked over to their bed to start getting dressed while he headed off to the water closet to bathe. Their breakfast still hadn’t arrived, although a maid came up to let them know it would be there shortly. Ash overheard her saying something about one of the hens being overprotective of her eggs, and the chef’s helper had trouble collecting them without dispatching the poor bird.

The young boy chuckled softly as he removed his dressing gown and laid it on the washstand, slowly sinking into the fresh water the maid had poured into the tub for him. It was like a breath of fresh air to him, the warmth soothing his aches from the night before. He decided to sit back and relax for a bit, taking his time with actually bathing, so he could hopefully alleviate the pain he felt further. He’d already noticed a slight hitch in his step, something that still likely wouldn’t go away for a while, but he didn’t want to have any other signs to give away what they’d done.

He wasn’t ashamed of finally trusting his husband in every way, but he didn’t want the rest of the world to know. Their intimate lives were meant to stay between the two of them, and what happened in their bedchamber stayed there. That didn’t mean they wouldn’t still be affectionate and sweet to one another, by any means, but that didn’t mean the rest of the world had to know. Ash smiled serenely as he finished his bath, hoping that meant things between he and Andy would stay sweet and loving for a long time to come.

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